But this is much more. I am not only a castrated male with no possible chance of a sex life, but am forced to look like a freak for essentially the r...est of my life. The judge just said it was for five years, but at the end of that time, I will still be a castrated male, Jake, they sewed up my penis inside my groin so I don't even have that any more. And these silicone breasts, they aren't going to magically disappear, my beard is gone as is all my body hair. And five years of female. I pulled into Mrs. Thompson's drive-way ready for what should of been half a days work flooring out a loft space. I parked up and rang the doorbell thinking about getting this job done quick so I could have the rest of the day off. A beautiful lady who I assumed was Mrs. Thompson because I had only spoke to her over the phone, answered the door. Now Mrs. Thompson was at a guess, early thirties and around 5'8" tall with long legs, a nice lean body and shiny dark hair that fell just below her. “Holy shit, Lisa. Your hand is cold. You’ll freeze him.”She laughed and trotted ahead of Bo, now into the spirit of their bare-assed romp. She ran far enough to find a pristine snow bank that looked like a mountain of fine sugar. Lisa fell on her back into the white mound and made a snow angel with her arms. Her coat separated. Bo had a hankering to snap off another picture, but that might frost his wife’s randy mood.The moon was at its zenith, the light soft on Lisa’s features, and her white. It took me a couple of attempts but I finally managed to unlock my door, and let the men come inside, I directed Ryan to my bedroom and told the others to make themselves at home on the couch. I made my way to my room to see that Ryan was already in the mood with a pair of my black laced panties in his hand and his other hand in his pants. I gave him a funny but seductive look and told him that he was a very bad boy. I wasn’t really into kinks like BDSM but then again I couldn’t resist saying.